Mazzy Star

Catch poison fire from the gods for that split second to see until forever, and desire not to live fading into her dreams, whispering drearily, to the monumental infinite promiscuity of trembling horrors softly projecting the blue light on her sallow face. This was your living smile, past will for all the other shit, just building up inside your skull, thickened by the saddened dusk hidden in veils of smoky velvet lust for this placement of the grounds for reverse perversions, diabolical immorality you have witnessed as truth, to find, her standing innocent and breathing low. This, a life I have caught in that moment, fading upon a starry night.